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-Kristine and Cimmy

disclaimer: Ducks belong to Disney. Cecilia and Fred belong to Cimmy. Lex, Jeff, and their friends belong to NYgoldfish54.

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Chapter 27: Too Much Information, part 1
By Cimmy

Anthony's POV

I really need to find Lex, for some reason. I want to know how Cecilia's feeling, but I don't want to ask her myself. I want to avoid her as much as possible. For some other reason, I find that girl Julie in Jeff's room, and she tells me that Lex could be with Charlie or Fred. I hope it's Fred. It's evil, but I hope she's with Fred.

I'm just about to knock on the door to Adam and Charlie's room, when I find a key-card on the floor with their room number on it. I don't know what impulse in my brain makes me think that it's okay to walk in without knocking, but that's what I do. Just to find Lex, in bed with someone who's not Fred. It's Charlie, of all people.

"Anthony!" Lex exclaims, pushing Charlie away from her. She's got a sports bra on. That's all I can see. That's all I want to see.

"I don't wanna know, please God, don't tell me," I moan and turn away. Okay, plan B. I don't have a plan B. I just leave.

No, last night's events didn't help me to forget about that Cecilia girl. I had a lot of fun, but I'm still thinking about her today. Now I can't even throw Fred angry glimpses anymore, after he saved Sammie from that fight. Why did he have to go and play hero?

***

Adam's POV

My head is stilling torturing me when I try to sit up straight. The carpet I was resting on is beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. There's a sound coming from the bathroom. Hey, wasn't our bathroom on the other side of the room?

Where the hell am I anyway?

So, I remember how Charlie refused to open the door last night. I forgot my key-card somewhere; I guess I have to go look for it later. Now I have to figure out whose room I'm in.

There are two bags on the floor. I crawl over to see what's in them. I only get halfway across the room before the bathroom door opens up, and Fred comes crawling out. Why am I in his room?

"What are you doing here?" he questions me.

"I was going to ask the same," I answer, slowly sitting up again. "Is this your room?"

"Last time I checked," Fred says, looking tired and nauseous. "You don't happen to know how much I was drinking last night?"

There's not much I actually do remember from last night. There was alcohol, that's for sure. I guess we were down partying in the club downstairs. Charlie disappeared. Cecilia wasn't there. And we were all drinking a lot. More details then that can't be provided by me, sadly.

There's someone moving on the bed, and suddenly Cecilia sits up and gazes at me. "Adam? What are you doing here?"

"I don't know," I admit. "You missed out on a real party."

Fred just nods at her, before he crawls back into the bathroom, throwing up some more. Cecilia leaps out of bed, sinking down next to me on the floor. "Tell me, what happened?"

"Ha!" I growl, turning my head away. She is my friend and all, but still, she annoys the hell out of me whenever I have a hang over. "Why aren't you feeling worse?"

She shrugs and gets up from the floor. I lie down again, staring into carpet. When she comes back, she's fully dressed and restless. This is unfair. She's been munching pain-killers, and she still feels better then I do? If I wasn't having such a hang over, I'd hit her with something.

"I'm gonna go find Lex and say thank you," Cecilia announces. "You wanna come with me?"

"Does it look like I know how to move?" I mutter from the floor. "My head is about to pop at any minute. You can go. I'll stay."

Cecilia pouts at me, and usually that does work, but not now. So she leaves without me. Oh, joy. The silence I require doesn't stick around for long, suddenly I hear angry voices from the hallway. It's Charlie's voice, and he's probably yelling at Cecilia.

"How irresponsible can a person get, huh? If I had the power, I'd suspend you from the team," Charlie shouts.

"It wasn't my fault! I was in too much pain, and you told me to..."

"I didn't tell you to go and OD on me! You know what could've happened if you'd taken too much of that shit? How many did you take?"

Cecilia's voice gets lower for every second. "Two, but..."

"You're only supposed to take one!"

"I didn't think that would help," she mumbles back.

"How stupid are you? Can't I leave you alone for one second before you..."

Charlie's angry voice is cut off by someone else outside. At first I don't recognize who it is, but then I hear that it's Lex. "Charlie, come on, it was an accident!"

"You're taking her side?" Charlie howls.

"There aren't any sides. Stop yelling at her, she doesn't deserve it."

Lex and Cecilia says something to each other, I guess Cecilia's saying thank you, but Charlie interrupts them. "How are you to tell me how to run my own team?"

"You're not on the ice now!" Lex points out. "I'm just thinking that you're overreacting the slightest bit."

"So you're taking her side, even though she did wrong? Yeah, that's very sane. How stupid can you get?"

"Don't call either of us stupid!" Lex hollers.

"Well, no, I'm the stupid one, obviously, for sleeping with you," Charlie barks back. I hear that Cecilia is quickly running away from there, I know how it sounds when she's on the run. It sounds pretty bouncy. But what do I know? I have the worst hang over ever.

"Don't turn that against me," Lex continues, her voice is dangerous by now.

"I'm stupid, and you jumped into bed with me. I wonder what that makes you," Charlie goes on. He never really knows when to quit it, does he?

"An idiot," Lex shouts. "I can't believe you're using that against me! I thought..."

"Don't think. Just leave me alone right now," Charlie moans. Lex starts to cry, and I hear her run off. Charlie stomps back to his room and slams the door closed. Ouch, my head.

Fred shows up again, still with that sick looking expression on his face. "What was all that about? Did you scream?"

"No, it was Charlie." I decide to not tell him about what went on outside. I bet Charlie and Lex want to keep that to themselves. I'd help out, but I feel a bit too dead right now.

"Where's Cecilia?"

"She left to talk to Lex. Probably to get some food," I explain. I don't know, I can't remember what she told me. Fred wrinkles his nose when I mention food, and goes back to the bathroom.

The phone starts to ring. Fred doesn't care, he's hurling. The ringing makes my head collapse, so I decide to answer.

What harm can I do?

***

Anthony's POV

I look out the window. I'm down in the lobby, avoiding the pity stares from my friends. Besides, most of them are having a hang over, so I'd rather be alone right now.

I am alone for almost half an hour, when suddenly Cecilia comes running down the stairs. I hope she won't notice me; I don't need her pity stares at all.

Although, she looks a bit too upset for pity stares right now. She's walking quickly towards the front desk, and doesn't see the small table right around the corner she's about to turn. I open my mouth to shout, but I don't have time. Cecilia walks right into the table, falls over and lands on the vase that was placed on the table.

"Oh no!" she exclaims, sitting down. I hurry over to her, and when she sees me, she repeats the same words again, but with a different tone. Cheers.

"Are you okay?" I ask, kneeling next to her. Cecilia is investigating her knee.

Then she starts to sob. "It's bleeding," she whimpers, sounding a bit pathetic, I must say.

"It's not a deep cut," I say, looking at her knee. She still seems upset about it, so I decide to be nice and help her. One of the receptionists comes over, giving us a suspicious look. I guess they all recognize Cecilia from that other fight a few days ago. While she gathers the shattered pieces of what's left of the vase, I pick Cecilia up from the floor and place her on one of the bar stools right next to us.

Cecilia is still sobbing, probably trying to avoid crying in front of me. "Does it hurt?" I continue. She nods, and I kneel in front of her to get a better look of the 'injury'. I tell the receptionist to get some band-aids, ointment and paper-tissues. Cecilia whines when I try to clean the wound. "Are you sure you're a hockey-player?" I have to ask.

"This actually hurts," she answers, pouting and sniffling. I roll my eyes, smiling at the pointless effort to receive my concern. Cecilia watches while I put on the band-aid, then she whimpers some more.

I grab her leg. "Does this hurt?" I tilt my head to the side, squeezing her leg. She shakes her head. "How bout this?" I continue, moving my hand up a bit.

"No," she says, sniffling one last time.

"Now?" I can't hold back my grin. It finally downs on her that I'm teasing her, and she smacks her hand onto my cheek to turn my head away. "What?" I can't stop laughing at her, and she jumps down from the chair.

"Don't squeeze my legs like that!" she howls, also laughing.

"I was just checking. You have nice legs," I tease, and she seems embarrassed. "Where are you going, young one?"

Cecilia shrugs. "I was just getting away from Charlie," she explains. "Now I don't have a mission any longer."

"You wanna do something?" I offer. Oh, why did I have to say that?

She seems surprised that I asked. "You wanna hang out with me?"

"Yeah, unless you have something else planned," I say casually. "We could go into Orlando again."

"Just you and me?" she replies, smiling a bit. "I guess. I need some new pants anyway." Cecilia looks at the whole in her jeans, caused by the vase.

"Let's go, then," I smile, holding the door up for her. Cecilia limps up to me and disappears out the door.

Yeah, this is a great plan to get her out of my head. What's wrong with me? Am I really that crazy for this girl? Anthony, you're a fool.

***

Guy's POV

Connie is still wrapped up in my arms. We've been lying like this for a long time, watching people swim around in the pool. I'm amazed she's not moving at all. But it could be because of the hang over she had earlier. I was surprised when she didn't force me out of bed at the crack of dawn.

It's almost time for food. I haven't been able to eat all day, thanks to the several jelly shots I downed last night. Connie has been chewing on some crackers, but my stomach craves for some real food.

"I'm tired," Connie yawns. "When's dinner?"

"Soon, I guess. I should go look."

Connie sits up and gazes in through the windows. "Ask Portman, he's right inside."

I start to twist and turn. Connie throws me a suspicious look. "Nah, I'll go look," I say.

"Why? He's right in there," she points and I quickly grab her hand to avoid receiving his attention.

"I know. He's probably there with Fulton."

Connie smiles. "Yeah, so what?" Her smile suddenly fades away. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"I don't know, I just... Never mind."

There's a long silence. "You wanna talk about it?" she asks me.

"No, I don't. Let's just go see where the others are."

"I don't want this to be a problem," she says slowly.

"So, don't make it a problem."

She stands up and looks at me, it looks like she's considering to say something, but doesn't. I get up too, take her hand and lead her inside. I know she's looking at me weird. I can always sense it.

I shouldn't have said anything.

***

Ken's POV

We're all waiting outside the restaurant, as usual, for everyone to show up for dinner. Charlie, Lex, Cecilia, Anthony, Fred and Adam have still not showed up. Charlie, the one that always lectures us that we should be on time, is not here. There's something amusing about that.

Adam is the first one to come dashing down the stairs. He looks awfully alive, from the last time I saw him. He's got a lot less upbeat Fred following him. Fred looks like hell run over twice, and he really didn't drink all that much last night. He's usually a lot worse.

"Hey, Bonnie!" Portman shouts all across the room. Fred twitches and moans. I can't remember when Portman came up with the idea of calling Fred Bonnie, but I think it was around 3 AM this morning. It made us laugh then, and we're still laughing at it now.

"Don't call me that," Fred growls. "Why aren't we eating?"

"Because we are waiting for you to show up!" Guy mutters, clearly grumpy because of lack of food.

"Well, I'm here now," Fred announces. "Let's eat."

"We're still waiting for Charlie, Anthony, Lex and Cecilia," I tell him. Fred mutters something, but I can't hear what it is. Probably for the best.

Connie and Guy are behaving strange today. Connie isn't her usual bouncy self, and Guy looks thoughtful. I wonder if all the fighting has gotten to them, and they've been arguing. But it doesn't look that way, their arguments usually pass quickly. Guy apologizes, and they talk things through. That's a much better solution then throwing insults and beat each other senseless with flying objects.

We're all getting tired of the wait, when Cecilia comes bursting through the front door with Anthony right behind her. They're laughing at something, making us all turn around. That was probably the last thing I expected to see. Fred doesn't look that mad, though. He walks toward Cecilia, and she lets go of Anthony's arm to throw herself over Fred instead.

"Guess where I've been?"

"Out on deep water?" Portman suggests from the couch. "You're giving Bonnie a myocardial infarction!"

Cecilia gives Fred a surprised look. "Who's Bonnie?"

"I need to talk to you," Fred explains, grabbing her hand.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"What? No, it's nothing like that. We just need to talk."

Most of us moan, knowing that this will make dinner even more late. Anthony comes strolling over to the couch, receiving pointedly stares from the band members. I look over at Fred and Cee. He's obviously saying something that gives her face an expression of horrify. When I look around, I see that Adam is having the same forced look upon his face as Fred. What the hell is going on? Did Portman's kiss make Fred switch teams last night?

"Let's just start without them," Jeff suggests. "They can't be that far off."

"When?" Cecilia howls from the other side of the room. I'm just about to ask Adam what's going on, when Charlie comes running from around the corner. He doesn't even see us.

"Lex!" he shouts, spinning around, looking for her.

From the other direction, Lex comes walking in. "Charlie?" Right in front our eyes, she leaps into his arms, giving him a passionate kiss. Let me refrain: this is the last thing I expected to see. Ever.

For a moment, we just stare at them. Fred is also staring, but he doesn't look surprised. Just a bit jealous. Actually, if looks could kill, Charlie would've been dead by now. Then Fred turns his attention back to Cecilia, but she jumps up from her chair and leaves. When her way is blocked by the kissing couple, she throws her hands into the air and shakes her head, while moving around them.

"I can't believe you! You're leaving and you don't even tell me?"

Fred sighs. "I didn't know until just now. My Dad called and told me to get up to him in Washington, or he'll send me home. Please, Cecilia!"

"No, you could've told me! You knew about this, and still..."

While she is scolding at him, Charlie and Lex are being annoying. "I'm sorry, Lex," Charlie whimpers, kissing her again.

"No, I'm sorry," Lex states, kissing his face everywhere she can reach. "It was my fault."

"No, it was my fault."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it was totally my fault, Lex."

Don't tell me they're going to behave like this all year; I can't even stand them after two minutes!

"Can you let me finish?" Fred asks, walking around Charlie and Lex to get to Cecilia, ignoring the two love-birds. "I want you to come with me."

Cecilia stops. "What?"

"We don't have to go to Washington. We could go anywhere, it doesn't matter. Just as long as I don't stay down here, he'll be satisfied. And I want you to come with me."

"You do?" Cecilia's face lights up into a wide smile. Then she hurries back to him, throwing herself into his arms again.

"I can't leave without you, you crazy girl. I'd go anywhere, as long as you'll be there too."

Anthony looks more interested in what the two of them are discussing, then what Charlie and Lex are doing. I can imagine that he feels like a train just hit him. Several times. He looks devastated, but who can blame him? After this, he probably won't see Cecilia ever again.

Charlie suddenly looks up. "You can't leave!"

"Why?" Cecilia asks.

"Because you're expected to go home with us! You're not going anywhere."

"Just watch me," Cecilia walks past him, holding Fred's hand in a firm grip.

"Oh, no! Come back here!" Charlie hollers, following them across the room, dragging Lex along.

"Where are we going?" Lex wants to know.

"I'm going to kill one of my players. You're invited to watch," Charlie growls. Lex just smiles, skipping next to him as they disappear into the restaurant.

Portman gets up from the couch, grinning. "Food, anyone?"